It's funny when you are on week 3 or so and look at week nine and go 😱😵😰 omg how am I ever going to that! But now... It's only a minute each way more from my current runs. I am confident I can do it and I am lucky. I have loved every single run! I can't explain the feeling? I don't know whether the joy comes from having completed it or from the energy expended and goodness it's done to the muscles? The good feeling lasts into the next day and I'm always looking forward to my next run!
That's not to say it isn't hard at times... Sometimes my brain tells me I might fail or I don't have enough energy when I start out and it's a hard hard slog for five-10 minutes. But then something just clicks and my brain starts cheering me on instead of being negative. And the longer runs are even better!
I cannot believe all these years I never knew you could get both joy and fitness from something completely free and accessable to do! I've never enjoyed exercise classes and although I go swimming once a week it's just 'alright'. I don't have the urge or wish to do more like with running.
Yesterday I managed to run before the snow hit and I just loved the cool (cold?) air. I even had to roll my sleeves up until the cool down walk!
Now I am thinking summer is going to be more difficult than winter to run in despite - in the beginning - imagining summer as the perfect time to run? I get hot very quickly so love the cold air or rain (not snow!) at this time of year. But then again I need more time in my day so think in summer I might be able to get up at 6am and run before work? I usually wake at 6 in summer despite not wishing to! So I think it will work out!!
So... Back to the topic of week nine. It is a strange week! As it is both of endings and beginnings! And a new chapter of running which I am certain will keep me posting here with more questions! 😸